Damn, I'm loving all these stories, but I should confess, the OP wasnt as hypothetical as I made out... a similar thing happened with myself and my roomate, but it didnt quite happen as I made out in the OP. What actually happened thus:
I have always got on with my roomate, and found him cute and all but we've maintained a platonic relationship because we live together and both want to keep our lives simple at the moment.
However, the other night, we decided to go out drinking together and had a good night but both ended up really really drunk: we got back to our apartment and he kissed me: straight out of nowhere. I ran away for a bit embarrassed, or just maybe my mind drunkenly wandered, I cant remember which and came back a few mins later and we carried on chatting like the kiss never happened.
Then, I dont know how, we kissed again and it was nice and sensual, this time, he broke it off and told me that we shouldnt do anything because we live together etc and I totally agreed. We carried on giggling and getting smashed. Then I took off to get ready for bed.
In my room, I stripped down to my panties (nothing sexy: everyday 'boyshorts' type affair) and the white singlet I had been wearing under my t-shirt and took my bra off (how I usually go to bed but would never walk around the communal areas of the flat like because you could clearly see my breasts through the thin white cotton!) But that night I was feeling brave and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
When done, and spotting his bedroom door opened and his light on, again, feeling brave I snaked up to the threshold of his room to wish him good night. He was sat on his bed bent over untieing his boots and as he saw me in the doorway, he looked me over from the toe up just looking startled exactly like '
' And I know this was bad of me, but I was feeling extremely bold, I slowly lifted my vest top to reveal my breasts and he kind of rugby tackled me to suck my nipples!
I let him suck one briefly and then pulled my top down and bode him goodnight once again and left for my own bed.
In the morning, both suffering with intense hangovers, it was like the large unspoken elephant in the room, but now it's like nothing ever happened which is fucking great, but there's still a massive amount of sexual tension in the air when we're both around each other. :biggrin1: